Saeril examined this man head to toe with her penetrating Elven eyes, as if she was trying to read him. Thankful that Kili was able to walk off, the she-elf couldn't place him in such a position that would affect his self-esteem. Not now. He just got healed, and he was recovering from the heartache of breaking his promise. Kili didn't need any more pain. "What will you offer?", she spoke with boldness, almost sounding strict, as wind lightly blew through her long hair. She wasn't gonna let this stranger let off too easily. Not yet.